I woke up with a pain in my head that hurt so much I thought I was gonna
pass out again.
I sat up, my hand behind my head. I looked around.
I saw three sleeping men: one holding a ring of keys.
Idiots, I thought. I'm getting out of here.
I snuck over to them and quietly took the keys, silencing them as I lifted
them from his hand.
They didn't stir.
I took the first key and tried the lock. It didn't work.
Seeing as there were seven more keys, I didn't get discouraged.
As it happened, the sixth one worked.
I opened the door silently and closed it with a quiet "click!"
I sighed and tossed the keys up into the air. The ring landed on my finger
and I twirled it as I walked.
"Mission accomplished," I said to myself.
I walked towards the moonlit harbor.
When I got there, I stopped, dropped the keys, and put my hands in the air
slowly, hoping the man in front of me wouldn't shoot.
"Well done, Miss Turner. My men are easily swayed one way or another by
what they drink. You are one of the lucky ones. Now where do you think
you're goin?"
"Obviously no where with that gun pointed at me," I said sarcastically.
He fired a shot and I flinched, but the gun was now aimed into the air.
I tried not to smile. Are all other pirates seriously this stupid?
The gun remained pointing upwards.
"Now answer me!" he roared. "Where are you headed?"
I rammed into him, knocking him over. I grabbed the gun and pointed it at
him.
I fired once and hit him in the chest.
"Home, Mr. Davis. I'm going home."
As I walked away, I heard him die.
By the time I'd picked out a vessel, I had figured out that my captors had failed to remove all my weapons. Three of my dagger still remained: my two wrist knives (hidden by my sleeves), and the knife on my belt (hidden by my long shirt). All three were completely flat and unnoticeable. I climbed the rope ladder to the deck. I cocked the weapon and held it in my right hand, my belt knife in the other. More than likely there would be a watch. Even more likely was that watch would now be on guard because of the sound of a shot being fired. Even more so because there had been two shots. I heard a creak and I turned around, gun pointed, but then I lowered it. There was no one there. I let out a sigh. I scaled the deck and the haul and found no one. All there was were provisions for a small crew that would last them four to six weeks. More than enough for me. I walked back to the deck and leaned over one of the rails. I aimed and fired. The rope tying the boat to the dock was severed. I sheathed the knife and stuck the gun in my belt. I walked to the wheel and grasped the handles. I was going home
As I sailed, I thought about what had happened on the dock. I have blood on my hands now, I thought. But it wasn't of my own free will. Even with that thought in mind, I didn't feel any better about it.
By the time I'd picked out a vessel, I had figured out that my captors had failed to remove all my weapons. Three of my dagger still remained: my two wrist knives (hidden by my sleeves), and the knife on my belt (hidden by my long shirt). All three were completely flat and unnoticeable. I climbed the rope ladder to the deck. I cocked the weapon and held it in my right hand, my belt knife in the other. More than likely there would be a watch. Even more likely was that watch would now be on guard because of the sound of a shot being fired. Even more so because there had been two shots. I heard a creak and I turned around, gun pointed, but then I lowered it. There was no one there. I let out a sigh. I scaled the deck and the haul and found no one. All there was were provisions for a small crew that would last them four to six weeks. More than enough for me. I walked back to the deck and leaned over one of the rails. I aimed and fired. The rope tying the boat to the dock was severed. I sheathed the knife and stuck the gun in my belt. I walked to the wheel and grasped the handles. I was going home
As I sailed, I thought about what had happened on the dock. I have blood on my hands now, I thought. But it wasn't of my own free will. Even with that thought in mind, I didn't feel any better about it.